Disney’s argument is that they have purchased the rights but not the obligations of the contract. In other words, they believe they have the right to publish work, but are not obligated to pay the writer no matter what the contract says.
I’m not a lawyer, but, uh, that doesn’t sound right to me. (Neither does Disney’s wish to have Mr. Foster sign a non-disclosure agreement before negotiations even start.)
In this David vs. Goliath fight, I’m on David’s side.
Years ago I wrote a funny little flash story, called “Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One”, and shopped it around a bit to the few comedy/fantasy markets I could find. Nobody bit, so I shrugged and posted it here on my site.
Earlier this year, I got a message out of the blue from one of the people behind a SF/F/H podcast called Planet Raconteur. He’d stumbled across my story and was interested in adding it to their podcast. I said “Sure”.
Wrote about 650 words in Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, mostly in an outline
Read more of The Knight—only two chapters left now
Found out on Facebook that my sister-in-law has renamed her pear jam “Patrick Pear jam”—I can only assume this is because I’m an incessant evangelist for the stuff (seriously, try it on pork chops)
Tried to decide if that’s better than Pat Potato, or if it’s a lateral move
Biked into town, ostensibly to get sunglasses (since I dropped mine in the lake last night while I was kayaking) and ended up tooling around for almost 10 km (I did get sunglasses, though it took a while to find a pair that weren’t a) women’s or b) camo)
Wrote another 1,300 words in Daniel, Daniel, Daniel; I seem to have something to aim at again
Kayaked for about 45 minutes, this time with a camera (see the panorama at the top)
Here’s a quick snippet of some of the writing recently:
February 30 Church bake sale (Make pie!)
Even though it was written in red ink, exclamation-pointed, circled thrice, and marked with an orange highlighter, she forgot and had to take store-bought cookies that she unpacked onto paper plates and covered in plastic wrap while she sat in the parking lot, furthest from the door, hoping no one would look in her car’s windows and catch her at it.
Mach 4 Stephen (Birthday)
She gave him a card dripping with sappy sentiment, because she was, after all, his mother. Also a mug she’d found online with a bird on it, cussing about meetings, that she thought matched his sardonic, offbeat humour.
Avril 18 George + Judith (Anniversary)
Judith got a card, too. She was still family, even if she and June hadn’t spoken since the funeral. June knew she had stuff to work through – they both did – and also that everyone grieves in their own way.
From the first draft of “Dried Flowers”
This is my last full day here at the cabin. I’ll be cleaning up and packing tomorrow, and heading home.
I lay awake from about 4 am till about 5:30 am thanks to a couple of thunderstorms passing through.
In the morning, I biked about 6 km before it got overly hot.
While I was out on my bike, I took photos for a couple of panoramas (one of which turned out as I’d hoped).
I wrote 500 words in Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, did some preliminary editing of “The Slow Apocalypse” (though it might still be too early for me to work on this), and wrote 300 word in “Dried Flowers”.
I read a few more chapters in The Wizard—as I approach the end, I’m torn between savouring it and finding out what happens next.
I tried to come up with a coherent ending for Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, because while I know the final scene, I don’t have the story’s ending fully fleshed out yet. It’s a bit frustrating, frankly; I’m the kind of writer that needs a solid ending before I start a project. I thought I had it, but the characters are going their own ways.
I noticed the sky had got quite colourful about 9:15 pm, and stepped outside in time to snap a photo of a lovely sunset. I only got bitten by 22 mosquitoes in the 5 minutes I was outside, too, so that’s a victory.
About 11:45 I went and got some photos of Comet NEOWISE and the northern lights. (And another couple dozen bug bites.)
And I managed to catch the International Space Station as it went overhead, even though it tried to hide behind a cloud.
All in all, a good Friday, even if it was a bit too hot to even think straight. (No sweeter sin than air conditioning, I tell you.)
Big breakfast, in which I discovered that Trapper Bites, eggs, and potatoes are an amazing combo
1,000 words in “Dried Flowers”
6 km bike ride
A bunch of macro photos in the campground
Also met with the owner of a “49-ish” Mercury truck (it’s a ’49, but it has A/C and an automatic transmission)
1,000 words in Translations (or more likely Daniel, Daniel, Daniel)
And before bed, I set up my camera in the cabin’s covered porch, and took photos till the battery died about an hour later; the clouds rolled in, but before they did I got the star trails at the top of this post.